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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 2:20:57 GMT
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They could be good together. Were not they already? She knew what he meant but she didn't feel the same pressing need to label it. Just the need to have him with her. "I'm not sure I can. Not until the cruse it done." Until then she had to be strong and focused. For him. For Alice. "It's the only way to get her back." Their daughter. Always their daughter.
Looking up into his face, Wynonna let herself be as honest as she could. "If it could be anyone . . . . Doc it would be you." Reaching up to touch his face, she moved a little closer. "I want it to be you." But fear kept her from doing it. Fear of getting hurt. Of loving him and loosing him. Of him choosing his wife one day when being with her is too hard--which she knew was dumb but it was still there. She should just stake the bitch. But she couldn't do that to Doc. "I am just not sure it can be me."
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 2:32:57 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc knew that, and understood it of course. "I know," he said softly, not about to pressure her into something when there was so much more going on that they needed to address. "All I'm asking, is that you do not shut out the possibility of it." And that was all he needed to know; what he had needed to hear all along. That any kiss in the future, would not be made with understand that it could never be anything more. It could. It might. And that hope was worth clinging onto. He closed his eyes for a brief moment when he felt her hand upon his cheek, hearing her say that if it could be anyone, it would be him. After referencing their daughter. All he wanted, was to be a family. To have that love around them. But as they both knew, there was a great deal more than needed to be done before they could get to that point.
Looking at her again, he knew just how much of a break through this was, and didn't want to downplay that. "I can't imagine it being anyone else," he told her honestly. Wife included, and he knew that was a topic they also needed to address, considering the fact that he had kept it from her . . . and slept with her. He leaned forward, lightly kissing her lips in a soft, but emotional embrace. Not letting it linger too long for it was not done to silence the conversation, but rather, give some hope to the future; to them. Easing out of it, he rested his forehead against hers. "Do not shut it out," he repeated his earlier words, this kiss a reminder of what was between them. That was all he was asking. To not deprive herself of happiness because as he once told her, he would do whatever it took to make her happy.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 2:51:00 GMT
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He leaned into her touch and she took it as a sign that things would be ok. Maybe not right away but slowly. His kiss made her feel even better. While it was short, it said more then she was able to say right now. It said she would try. He went on to ask her not to shut it out, and she knew he was asking for a lot from her--but she knew she owed it to him . . . . and Alice, to try.
She wanted to give him a promise, that she would not involve herself with another. He had said she could kiss whoever she wanted, but she knew that if she promised to only kiss him it would mean something to him. But she couldn't. Because he had kissed others recently too, and he had a wife. One that she knew he was sleeping with. One that he was most likely on his way to see before she stopped him. Giving him that promise, and knowing that there was someone else in his life wasn't something she could bring herself to do.
"Do you like cranberry sauce? Mama opened a can." Would he stay? "I meant it when I said I wanted you to stay. This is your family too, Doc. I know you have another one out there, but you could stay. Be with everyone." Taking a deep breath, she tried to give him what he needed. "Be with me." Not the nose. And apparently that was a sex trick that the dumb bitch used to lure men in with and she hated that Doc knew what that was--and she didn't.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 17:39:52 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE They were back to talking about the Christmas dinner but at least this time, it wasn't a heated conversation filled with tension. "I'd like that," he told her truthfully when she said that he could stay and be with everyone . . . be with her. Yes, it was true. He supposed he too was part of this family. Though he had not failed to notice that she had mentioned, without specifically naming, Kate. He knew he had to explain this to her, somehow. "Kate and I . . . we're from a different time." Literally but also, on a deeper level. And he was going to elaborate on that.
"I got caught up in the memories and that, familiarity." Which was why he had just let himself go with her; not overthinking things and wishing that he had been stronger. "But what once existed between us, is no more." The love that they once had that was strong enough to bind them through the union of marriage . . . had lessened. Had become less intense. "I wish only to move on from that pat of my life, closing that chapter. And starting a new one . . . with you." Meaning, there was no other woman. And now knowing how she felt about him, now knowing that there could be a possibility for them . . . well, he wasn't going to be taking that revelation lightly.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 19:52:50 GMT
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Wynonna smiled softly, but it didn't hold long on her face as he started talking about his wife. She got that, she did. But he lied about about. Hide the wife from her and it made her feel things. Maybe it wasn't fair since she had planned to give Alice up and hadn't told him until it was too late to stop anything. But it felt different. One she had done to protect their daughter's life. The other . . .
"You love her?" She asked, not placing blame, or telling, but still not quite a question. For Doc to have married her he had to have felt love for her. She was trying to understand what he meant when he talked about her. Trying to see how they were different. "She seemed to love you." Wynonna wasn't holding that over him, but her tone said that it needed to be addressed for them to move on. Big nose had made a big deal about having Doc there with her, and the games they'd played. Wynonna had not been able to get out of that room any faster, and she hated how it made her feel. It was a good thing Peacemarker hadn't worked on vampires and she hadn't had any stakes.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:02:27 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The question was both simple and complicated at the same time. "I did," he answered truthfully. I did love her, perhaps a part of him would always care for her. But, she had left all those years ago and with the life he had now, he couldn't picture it with her. Not anymore. Not with who he had in his life now. He knew that Kate loved him, that she had come here for him . . . he knew what she wanted. But, he also knew he couldn't give it to her. Not completely. Had Wynonna not come after him, then he might have. How close it had come to that.
"And she does," he confirmed. They had loved each other enough to marry one another; she was after all the only wife Doc had ever had. "Seeing her after so long had been . . . overwhelming." It was the only way he could describe the rush of emotions. The way seeing her had reminded him of his past and how almost simpler things had been back then. And now, she was a vampire, he was over 100 years old, gave up a child, was destined for hell and he was helping break the Earp curse. Not to mention, he was in love with the Earp heir. "And I was weak." So incredibly weak. "But I do not want to be her husband, just as I do not want her to be wife." It had been so long, and . . . he'd fallen out of love with her in the way that a husband shouldn't.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 22:27:29 GMT
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Wynonna thought over his words, and wanted to believe them so much. She knew she had to make her choice. Give an inch, or watch him take a mile with someone else. Reaching over she grabbed his shirt and gave it a tug, knowing he'd fall a little toward her. Patting the wall next to her, she waited until he was sitting beside her so she could lay her head on his shoulder, her chin resting there so she could look up at him.
"Jeremy sent Charlie." She admitted, "I didn't call him." She knew that hurt him, and since he was coming clean about big nose, she would come clean about this. While Charlie had been helpful, and even light hearted about this whole thing--which was not normal, clearly he was crazy--she wouldn't have made the choice to call him. She sat there, watching him while he took in that information.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:33:19 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He moved where she directed him, adjusting his position so that his back was against the wall along with hers, sitting next to her. The comfort of the position as she leaned against him further brought his mind to ease that this . . . them, was not damaged beyond repair. Though he supposed, they never were. They always found a way back to each other. Always found a reason to stay.
She told him that she hadn't called Charlie; that Jeremy had sent him. That did bring his mind to ease some, having had brought it up at the dinner table. Had tensions not already been strong, perhaps it would not have seemed as big a deal. "I hope you know, that you can always call me too." He lowered his gaze so that he met hers. His fingers going to gently cup her cheek for a moment before lowering. "That no matter what, I will be there. Always." Whether they were arguing, lashing out at each other, or not on the best of terms . . . it would never hinder his willingness to be at her side and have her back.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 22:43:31 GMT
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Wynonna knew that. She had needed space this afternoon after he had pushed her to say she loved him, but in the end she'd done it anyway. It wasn't easy to make herself this open to anyone. It left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Two things she hated feeling. But if she had to feel them, she was glad it was toward Doc. While he had the power to accidentally hurt her, she knew (hoped she knew) that he would never do it on purpose.
He touched her cheek, and she moved her hand to stop him from lowering his own. Moving to her knees she shifted her leg over his, to sit on his lap, and rest her hands on the barn wall. Talking was hard for her, but she knew how to express herself with touching. "Always." She promised, before moving to softly kiss him, in a slow light kiss.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:53:43 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He sat but a little but more as she moved to astride him leaning forward to meet his lips. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the feeling of it all. The renewed hope. The emotional ease. The comfort of her touch. Knowing, that he hadn't entirely screwed this up. His hands went to either side of her waist, his legs straightening a little to make it more comfortable for her to rest on him.
The kiss was light, slow, soft, and how he relished in the sensation of it. Hesitantly easing out of it, he remained close, his eyes still closed for a few seconds after the kiss ended. He opened them to look at her, one hand moving from her waist to brush some of her hair back from her cheek. "So, cranberry sauce you say." The words were a bit of a tease, considering he wasn't even thinking of food right now.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 23:01:17 GMT
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It was not the first time they's just to kiss to feel close to each other. The need to feel close to him often made her kiss him, and they didn't always lead to anything more. Sometimes they kissed like people hugged. Just a need to feel the other and know they were important to each other. "Yeah, it's the worst." She said softly, moving to lean forward for another slow kiss, her fingers touching his cheek as she did. Not pulling him close to her like she normally did. More just to touch him.
"Mama opened a can," she said in a hushed tone, keeping her face close to his. Resting her forehead on his. Letting her nose run down the length of his. "I am going to make you eat it so I don't have too." The words were a joke, but her tone was still in that hushed tone, that suggested she was still thinking about that kiss. So she lightly kissed him once more.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:09:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The worst. She had seemed rather eager about it . . . but he also knew it was just spoken as a way to deflect the actual conversation. Now however, it was said in a tone and with touches that made his heart beat heavier in his chest. And his breath slow down. It had him looking at her with soft intent, and a warm sensation course through his very soul -- the only indication and reminder that he even still had one.
He closed his eyes during the other kiss, breathing into it, trying to hold himself back from touching her more, from deepening it. From letting his emotions intensify. He remained still, his hands still one her, lips lightly moving against hers until he parted them to speak. "Well then, it is a good thing we have this unopened bottle of whiskey . . . " He kissed the corner of her mouth before continuing his sentence. "To help drown out the taste of this canned sauce." Before lightly kissing along her cheek, his hand not on her waist slowly sliding down her shoulder and back to her side.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 23:21:24 GMT
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She kissed him back, letting her lips linger over his skin. Her lips twitched when he talked about getting the taste out of their mouths, and she knew the only thing she'd taste for hours about this would him. Holliday. She kissed him again, letting this kiss linger. Then he softly kissed her skin, and she tilted her head to give him better access.
"I would have gotten you out of it." She whispered her admittance, not really sure if she would have before but she would have after. Now. Her hips moved her a little closer to him, so his warmed soaked though her clothes as his lips tasted her skin. She was really glad she cleaned the grim and demon off her from before. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him backwards to look in his face. She stared into his deep blue eyes for a moment, taking a second to both get lost in them and build up the courage to give him what he needed. "It's what you do when you love someone." She told him, before bending her head to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:32:06 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The way she looked at him was doing nothing to still his emotions that she always seemed to draw from him. And then she had said it: told him that it was what did when they love someone. He knew that saying it was not easy for her, which was why it meant all the more to Doc. To be able to say the word, say that she loved him and then solidify it with a kiss. One that felt deeper than before.
Yes. The words, like her touch, warmed him to the very core of his still beating heart. He parted his lips to encourage the deepened his, a renewed passion in the embrace as his hands went to his gun belt, unfastening it so that it and the guns in the holsters loosened, to which he tossed it to the side. His moved her so that she could sit more comfortable astride him, the contact of their bodies more at ease now that he didn't have the bulk of his pistols hindering them. His hands went to the side of her shirt, one hand tucking a little under it, to touch her skin and caress the side of her body, without lifting it all the way up.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 7, 2020 23:46:06 GMT
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Wynonna really loved it when he removed his gun belt. There was always a thud when it hit the ground, though this time it was muted since they were already on the floor. It was a sound that led into so much more, and she needed that now. Needed to feel him ease the torment in her. When he kissed her, she thought less and felt more and that was she needed. More the whiskey, she needed him.
His hand touched her skin under her shirt, and she wanted more. Breaking the kiss, Wynonna lifted her hand to touch his lips and trail over them. Then she reached down with both hands to pull her shirt over her head. While she was working, she also removed her own gun belt, setting Peacemaker to the side, and pressing her front into his. Leaning back to him, she bit at his lips, tugging slightly before deepening the kiss to taste his mouth. Each deep breath bringing the lace of her bra over his shirt.
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